The Personal
If I met Sheri’s cancer on the street I would spit in its face. I would go all Quentin Tarantino and the revenge would be epic. We’re talking Samuel L.Jackson and Uma Thurman and Brad Pitt and Jamie Foxx all rolled into one big ball of smack down. It would beg for mercy but I would not be swayed. (Souuunnnd guud, inglorious bastard? Yeah, CRAZY good.)
If I passed Sheri’s cancer on the highway I would gun it to about 200 miles an hour, cross over the lines in full traffic...
“When are we going to GET there?” my six year old whines, displaying a recent and disturbing regression...
I got a passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it. I cannot wait for Valentine’s Day! Do not think that just because I am over 40, the mother of 2 exhaustingly rambunctious boys, and living a glam life of carpools and muddy cleats and dog throw up on the entry way carpet that I am not Marilyn Monroe reincarnated. I’m sexy and I know it.
Underneath these sweats from Costco lives a Victoria’s Secret model clawing to break free. The unwashed hair in...
Did any of you see Julia Robert’s appearance on Oprah recently? Isn’t she the best? Although, from some of the snarky headlines I have seen online, not everyone appreciated her gushing displays of verbal affection regarding her husband and her kids. Me, I absolutely understand exactly where she’s coming from.
Julia...
I Know You Are But What Am I?
Although my ass is officially off the mountain, my boys are learning to fly. I am proud to report that my babies are cruising down the slopes like pros, already doing the blue runs. The family is in beautiful Breckenridge, CO — a most wonderful place to ski, if you do that sort of thing. Which I do not.
My husband, on the other hand, is a HUGE skier. Total rock star. And for many years I was desperate...
This post originally appeared on Mae Mucho: The Diary of a Myers Park Mom on January 4, 2010
In With The You
Well, it’s a new year — hard to believe. I am mostly distressed to note that if it is now January, then the entire month of December passed and I posted not ONE WORD on the blog. How sad. But perhaps that glaring omission is a fairly appropriate part of the “diary of a Myers Park mom.” Most of the moms I know in Myers Park...
This post originally appeared in Mae Mucho: The Diary of a Myers Park Mom on August 24, 2009
You Know Who You Are
Last night my husband walked into our family room and groaned. The pained look on his face said it all. Really? This is what you want to spend your limited free time watching? You chose this to add to the self-diagnosed Adult Attention Deficit Disorder that’s swirling around your brain?
It does not surprise me that he...